إِنَّ غَربَ الدَهرِ مَصقولُ

وَغِرارَ الجَدِّ مَسلولُ

The eve of time is polished bright,

And lisping jest is glibly dight.

وَرِداءَ الفَجرِ مُنسَحِبٌ

وَنِطاقَ اللَيلِ مَسدولُ

Morn's skirt the horizon quitting,

Night's zone from waist is slipping quite.

وَحَواشي الجَوِّ ناصِلَةٌ

وَالدُجى بِالصُبحِ مَطلولُ

The skyey welkin's hems are seaming,

Dawn's gloom with morning glow takes flight.

وَثَنايا اليَومِ يُضحِكُها

مِن قُدومِ العيدِ تَقبيلُ

The day-shine little laughter stirs,

That comes with Festival's delight.

شَهِدَت فينا مَخائِلُهُ

أَنَّ هَذا الصَومَ مَقبولُ

His Mihrabs witness gave that here

This Fast was undertaken right.

فَأَطِع حُكمَ السُرورِ وَإِن

زُخرِفَت فيهِ الأَضاليلُ

Obey the feast of joy and though

Seems thee the world gone wild its plight.

وَتَعَلَّل بِالمُدامِ لَهُ

إِنَّما الدُنيا تَعاليلُ

Take thou the goblets' blamed glee for

Naught else but false and vain the Wight.